Forbidden Love_(2)

Medium-Sized Magnus walked through the enchanted glade. It was a perfect peaceful day, as it always was in the enchanted glade. Medium-Sized Magnus hated it, too quiet. He was looking for a wood-nymph to surprise, maybe that would liven things up.

He spied a wood-nymph by the enchanted pond, on the enchanted rock, in the shade of the enchanted tree. “Awrite hen.” He called to the wood-nymph, in an incongruous accent typical of his kind. “Want tae give jiggly wi’ it?”

The wood-nymph raised her head, topped by its crown of auburn hair, her milk white skin glowing in the soft light. She saw Medium-Sized Magnus, all two feet of blue tattoos, and said in a faint, week voice, “Fuck me please.”

“Ne’er swatch a gift cuddle in th’ gob.” Thought Medium-Sized Magnus, his thoughts also in an incomprehensible accent. He jumped to fulfill her wish; he landed between her conveniently open legs. His manhood had grown to its full ten inches. He’d been working on that surprise for the wood-nymphs, when your competition is centaurs, you need a surprise like that.

“Bang went saxpence!” Cried Medium-Sized Magnus, the battle cry of his kind. He manhood plunged alliteratively into her minge. A nice bushy minge thought Medium-Sized Magnus, these wood-nymphs definitely knew how to groom themselves. “Bang! Bang! Bang!” He cried as he thrust away, then finally “Aam comin’” He shot his piece into the wood-nymphs minge, then fell over backwards and was fast asleep.

Elrinvienne looked on in disgust at Medium-Sized Magnus’s behavior, she had been so desperate; she had stooped to bestiality.